Leaning against him , arms thrown over his shoulders .

“ Well , I just wanted to hang out , yknow ? Ooh , can I borrow that pillow ~ ? “

“ Oh , you know ! “

Bridget waltzes in like she owns the place ! Plopping down right next to him on the bed .

“ Was in the area , so I thought I’d check in ~ ! “

Scooting closer . . . She’s going to feign ignorance to his predicament .

The door creaks open . . . Who could that be ?

Lurking . . . Like some kind of demon devoted to making him fail NNN . . .

Bridget can’t help gawking a little .. that’s just her nature !

Her face contorts into a smug grin , arms curling around Amber’s waist .

“ So dirty . . . You really want me pumping into you with that kind of desperation ~ ? “

“ Mhmmm ! “

Cue the bounty Hunter leaning against the busty , squishable lady .

“ Something on your mind ~ ? “

W - Wow . . . So many rings . . .

Would I look good in a wedding gown ?

E - Ehe ..

“ Riiiiiiiight . . .

. . No offense , but hiding and crying won’t dissuade anybody . . . “

“ So you’d rather get beat up , then ? Sounds like a raw deal , if you ask me . . . “

“ . . . I see . . . “

Maneuvering to sit up .

“ Sounds like you need a bodyguard . “

“ Riiight , not you . “

Totally him .

“ Uh . . . What was that all about ? “

She nods , not really moving herself from her position .

“ Think so . . . You’re the boy who was wearing that costume , right ? “